The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0277 pride

After finishing homework in the library all morning, Harry walked back to the lounge on his legs.He doesn't have a handbag that can hold all the textbooks and utensils, and he has to send things back before eating.

Thinking of the delicious chicken legs, the tired boy regained his energy, but after turning another corner, Harry's footsteps became heavier.

"Hello, Professor Pediru."

Ron was the first to say hello to the short man in front of him. For some reason, the other man's image was obviously a bit bad, but in his eyes he was inexplicably kind.

"Hello, Professor Pediru."

"Haha, hello, how are you guys, did you have a good weekend?"

Harry's greeting came late, but Peter didn't care at all. He raised his hand affectionately as if he wanted to pat him, but there was a pause when it fell, and finally it was placed on Ron's shoulder.

"It's okay, it would be more perfect if there is no homework."

Ron shrugged. He felt very at ease with Peter, like family.

"Well, I had the same desire when I was in school, but unfortunately now I have become a person who keeps homework."

Peter shrugged like a boy, looked at each other and smiled.

"Ron, can you do me a favor? Give it back to Mrs. Pince, I'm going back to the office to get something."

"I am willing to help, Professor Pedilu."

The boy looked excitedly at Peter, the one he was always ignored when he was with Harry in the past.

And Professor Pedillo not only talked to him the most, but also paid more attention to his attitude, and now he even left Harry to ask himself for help.

"Harry, would you mind coming to my office? I think it's time for you to know something."

After successfully dismissing the person in the way, Peter turned around as if Harry had issued an invitation.

"Is it about my parents?"

Harry asked carefully. To be honest, although Peter was very friendly and close, the boy always felt that something was wrong when he got along with each other.

"Something to do with your parents, but not all, come on, I've ordered some butterbeers until the morning, you'll like them."

Without waiting for the boy's reply, Peter led the way to his office.

"Sit down, Harry."

Peter poked the coffee table with his wand, and the latter reluctantly spat out a plate of pastries and two glasses of butterbeer.

"Here, try it. It was James' favorite drink in third year, but the older we get, the more exciting things we'll try."

The man took a big mouthful of wine and froth, and swallowed it slowly, with an extremely satisfied expression.

Having been a mouse for 12 years, he is now particularly greedy for human enjoyment, food, wine, beauty...

Cough, there is no condition for the last one.

"Thank you, Professor Pediru."

Harry took a sip of the froth, sweet and just a little boozy.

Butterbeer tasted really good, even though he didn't want to sit in the darkened room.

"You are in the third year, right? If Dumbledore hadn't banned students from going to Hogsmeade, you can go to the Three Broomsticks on weekends. The butterbeer there is the most authentic only on-site."

After speaking, Peter picked up a piece of pastry and threw it into his mouth. The sound of chewing made people's teeth sore.

Even with human memory, the perennial life of mice still had a great impact on Peter, such as his hard taste.

Harry didn't know Peter's past experience, but he believed that the other party would like Hagrid's rock cakes, and the boy suspected that those things could be used by Norberta to grind his teeth.

"Professor Pedilu, Dumbledore closed the school because of the fugitive from Azkaban, why didn't we arrest him?"

Speaking of Hogsmeade, Harry felt a little resentful. In the past two years, he could only watch Fred and the others go out to play. This year, he finally got the qualification to go, but Hogsmeade was canceled for the weekend.

"Of course we can beat him, but we have to find it. Britain is such a big place that no one knows where Sirius will go."

Of course Peter knew that Hogwarts must be the destination of Sirius, but he was a little puzzled. It stands to reason that it has been a while since school started, and with the means of his "old friend", he should have arrived long ago.

"Sirius?"

Harry frowned. He knew the full name of Sirius. It was published in the Daily Prophet. Although the report did not detail the grievances and enmities between Peter and the two, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor took office two months ago. Afterwards, all kinds of gossip spread in Hogwarts.

And when Peter pronounced the murderer's name, his tone didn't seem like an attitude towards an enemy.

"Siris Olean Black, I think you've probably heard something about the attacker and the victim, a simple relationship, right?"

There is still not much hatred in Peter's tone, this is not a pretense, but sincerity.

For seven years, the four of them were inseparable.

No one is born to be a follower. As the predator who is essentially the lowest in status, it is a self-deceiving lie to say that there is no disturbance in his heart.

He has jealousy, resentment, gratitude, and fear towards Sirius, but he really has no hatred.

Sirius was good enough as a friend, even willing to share family secrets with them.

Even if in the end Peter was chased by the other party and had to give up a finger and remain anonymous for 12 years, he still took advantage of this opportunity to escape from the sight of the Dark Lord's remnants.

After that incident, on the contrary, I feel more guilty and moved.

Peter knew that if the target was not James but himself, Sirius would also avenge him.

But it's useless to think about it now, no matter how complicated the grievances are, they are just in the past, but now he has a snake's head growing on his chest!

"The text in the newspaper is very one-sided. There are some things that no one wants to mention, or dare not mention."

The man's words were vague, but Harry immediately thought of a man, a man whose name was taboo.

"It's Voldemort, isn't it? What Black did has something to do with Voldemort!"

It was clearly a questioning sentence pattern, but the boy's tone became very certain at the end.

"Don't say the name, Harry, that's a man who can't be named. But you guessed it, Black chased... I hunted Black because he did something unforgivable for You-Know-Who things."

Peter's fingers were so hard that he almost knocked over the wine glass when he heard the owner's name just now.

"Why not? I'm going to say, Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, look, nothing happened. I've confronted him, and he can't do anything."

Harry really wanted to know what Black had done, and he shouldn't have interrupted Peter's narration, but for some reason, when he saw the man's fear of Voldemort's name, an inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

"Hogwarts has Dumbledore and Ernie, and Voldemort can't hurt anyone!"

The boy looked at Peter firmly, speaking with pride.

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